Easter Bunny: Getting Fucked On A Holiday Weekend ♕

The church is lame, I know. It can be so dull.

 

I had not been to church in who knows how long, but I try to make it at least every Christmas and Easter (I know, I know…one of those people), and I probably need to confess my sins from the April Fool’s Day fuck. Anyways, this Easter, I went to my favorite cozy little church down the block, in my Sunday’s best, of course, and wouldn’t you know it? My Pastor was the most handsome man I had ever seen deliver a sermon from the pulpit. It was all about the good Lord and how Easter was never really about eggs or the Easter Bunny. I didn’t have the heart to tell him Spring festivals are usually about fucking, and Easter is no exception.

After the service, it was time for a Family Easter Egg Hunt, and of course, the Pastor was the Easter Bunny (who would suspect the Pastor?). As I perused the array of potluck lunches and desserts, I could catch his naughty little bunny head looking over my way a time or two, no doubt trying to catch a glimpse of what was underneath my cute little yellow blouse whenever a breeze blew by. Have to love those spring breezes. Once it was over, I followed my naughty Easter Bunny to the back offices of the church.

The door locked behind me so I could be alone with the Easter Bunny.

When the pastor realized I was there, my dress was already off, and I was ready for him to fill my eggs with his cream. How could he resist a little cutie patootie like me in the safe quiet of the church offices while everyone else was enjoying Easter brunch outside? Short answer: he couldn’t. I made him keep the Easter Bunny helmet on as I slobbered his knob. I didn’t want to see his face. And I only wanted my naughty little bunny.

Arching my back, I stood on my tiptoes as he took me to the church desk, holding my hips tight with his fuzzy gloves. He went at me like Thumper on that desk, knocking over an Easter Basket display, sending candy in all directions. Marshmallow Peeps smeared all over my ass cheeks as he rode me and pulled my hair, stuffing my mouth with Peeps so no one could hear me (I can get pretty loud, not going to lie). If anyone is going to press my mouth with Peeps and my pussy with dick at the same, it damn well better be an Easter Bunny.

Just as I started to feel the Easter Bunny’s cock get so hard.

He pulled out when he came, shooting his hot load all over my asshole. It dripped down to my pussy, and I massaged it into my warm cunt, still throbbing with orgasm. He took his gigantic ridiculous Easter Bunny helmet off and gasped for air. “I think I get why they associate Easter with bunnies and eggs now,” he said, his cock still hard as one last tiny dribble of cum oozed out.